Gird your loins, Arizona: Sarah Palin might be moving in! The Atlantic Wire reports the former governor of Alaska allegedly bought an 8,000-square foot, $1.6 million home in a secluded area of Scottsdale, Arizona. The identity of the buyer is hidden on the property records, but the lawyer for the sale suspiciously replied “No comment!” when asked if the buyer was Palin. The fancy pad features six bedrooms, six bathrooms, a swimming pool and spa, a six-car garage, a wine cellar, and a guard gate. Damn! Keep reading »
Last night, the Cannes Film Festival concluded with the Robert DeNiro-helmed jury handing out the awards for the best movies and acting on display at the festival. And I am sensing a theme: apparently, the jury was all about films that mixed everyday stories with, well, the fate of the universe. The coveted Palme d’Or award—Cannes’ version of Best Picture Oscar—went to “Tree of Life,” the movie which follows a suburban Texas family in the 1950s through two generations (Brad Pitt is the dad, Sean Penn is his son) connecting them to the creation of the world and cosmos. Meanwhile, most people thought Tilda Swinton had the Best Actress award in the bag for “We Need To Talk About Kevin.” But she was upset by Kirsten Dunst, who stars in “Melancholia,” the story of a bride who begins to feel more and more disillusioned while, lightyears away, a planet threatens to collide with Earth. Oddly, both movies prominently feature eclipses in their trailers. Keep reading »
The Cannes Film Festival finished up this past weekend, and the stars were out once again, beautiful gowns and all. There were too many dresses to bring together, so we’ve pulled together some of the best–and weirdest–looks for your enjoyment.
I was scared to watch the new season of “The Real Housewives of New Jersey” sans Danielle Staub. I just didn’t think it could possibly be any fun without her and her delusional paranoia. Man, was I wrong. The first episode, which included a “West Side Story” style rumble at a Christening, made the episode where Staub’s weave got ripped out look like child’s play. And a new star emerged. Only he’s not a housewife — or even a woman for that matter. Keep reading »
I have been an on/off yoga practitioner for a number of years yet I’ve never been able to remember the majority of the traditional names for the poses, er, asanas. No matter. From now, I’m using this handy chart when referencing my favorite yoga poses in conversation. For example: “You know, I love to do Foot Penis because it really opens up my hip flexors. But seriously, when I want to stretch out my calves, there’s nothing better than a little Prepare Your Anus.” Namaste! [Pleated Jeans] Keep reading »